“You don’t want to be here when the cops arrive,” Alan said.
Krishna, face down in the dirt, spat. “He’s not going to call any cops,” he said. “It’s grown-up stuff, little boy. You should run along.”
Absently, Link punched him in the back of the head. “Shut up,” he said. He was breathing more normally now. He shifted and made a squeaking sound.
“I just heard the cab pull up,” Alan said. “Brian can help you to the front door. You can keep your sister company, get your knee looked at.”
“The girl—” he said.
“Yes. She’ll be sober in the morning, and gone. I’ll see to it,” Adam said. “All right?”
Brian helped him to his feet and toward the door, and Andrew stood warily near Krishna.
“Get up,” he said.
Mimi, in his doorway, across the fence, made a sound that was half a moan.
Krishna lay still for a moment, then slowly struggled to his knees and then his feet.